Tirame

What are you telling me, you're offending me
Don't tell me: Black, I'm just like you
If you want to test me, let's go to the street
I'll show you I have courage
That her love is mine because I won it

It doesn't matter if you think you have money
That I live in the mud and you in the big city
I'm black

Brrr (yeah, negga)
Yee yee (oh, oh, oh)
You know who's black
You know who is, eh
Yeah, yeah
C-C-C-C.R. o, black
Who, who, who
C-C-C-C.R. o, black
Hey, hey, hey, what are you looking at, dude, huh
What are you looking at
Come, come, come, come on, keep looking
Oh, oh

Black to hell, I just came to mess up the game
Ask your bitch who's listening to the troublemakers
Dude, we're not stars, we're just beggars
A bunch of rogues created by the same ground

Turn it on, move it, bitch, don't ask questions
I keep going strong with the real bad company
They aim at me but don't shoot
Black, they give me the balls to spit in your face

Throwing grenades, living among fairy dust
Dude, are you talking about me? Your bitch wants me in her bed
I could be with her but today I don't feel like it
There's no middle ground here, you lose or they win

Looking for wool, wool looking for looking for
Let them talk whatever they want, your bitch keeps sucking
None of them imagine the shit I'm planning
They take it seriously and C.R. o is playing

Dude, what do you want to show? I'm just messing around
I bring three times the material you're listening to
Do you want to try it? What are you telling me?
Techniques and metrics, experiences, when?

The damn command closed, I live it, I send it to you
Come take a walk around the neighborhood, they're enjoying
We keep inhaling, eating up your bullshit
If you're so good then why aren't you shooting at me?

Bam bro, get out
Your team despairs, mine plays in the first
Critics for being crazy, few are the ones who wait for me
I know well that you were broken because I formed another way

Tell me, negga, let's see if they come head-on
My canines are canines, your felines only lie
Ask whoever you want, you were never present
I'm a neighborhood kid, the neighborhood now lives in my mind
Damn

Yeh
They're Bardos Click, sons of bitches
No imitation, no imitation (no imitation, yeah)
Just raw
Representing all the real fucking shit (the real shit)
I don't know what the hell they're talking about
The truth doesn't represent me or reach me, black
Dedicated to the rioba and nothing but the rioba
Two thousand and something